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wittlesissyb4by · 2 months

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The bABy Shower

“Did you remember to get the diapers?” she asked.

“I did.” I said, “I didn’t realize how damn expensive they are!”

“Well that’s the cost of having a bABy!” she laughed. “And you better keep that in mind if you don’t want to be buying some for us one day!”

I gulped at the horror of the thought.

“Why do I have to go to this thing anyway? I thought…’Showers’...were more of a girl thing?”

She scoffed. “Maybe back in the 2020’s...but nowadays things are a little different. Plus...I want you to get a good idea of what you might be in for one day...”

Again, I shifted uncomfortably as I glanced down at the invitation again:

The sound of my newlywed wife, Sandra, flicking on the blinker to exit the freeway snapped me out of my daze.

When we pulled up to the house, there was one of those over-sized yard signs that read “Welcome Baby McEntyre!” in alternating pink and blue colors, with balloons attached to match.

“Come on!” Sandra said, tapping the unisexly wrapped box in my lap as she climbed out of the car. I must have been daydreaming again.

“Ohhh Hiiii!” said a woman coming down the walkway to greet us, mimosa splashing as her heels clanked down the cobblestones. “I’m Agnes!” she said cheerily, hinting that it wasn’t her first mimosa of the day.

“Hi! I’m Sandra, and this is my husband Tom” she said, introducing us. “Sorry we’re a bit late, it’s hard getting him out the door sometimes!”

“Oh I understand, BELIEVE me! I swear I feel like I'm having to crack the whip too often with my own husband sometimes!” Agnes said, and they both laughed exaggeratedly as if it were a joke I didn’t seem to get. “Well come on in! Everyone is outside in the back!”

Inside the 3-story home were the sounds and smells I’d come to expect of a women’s gathering. Laughter, flowery/powdery smells, and finger foods that probably were keto, paleo, or something-or-another-o. Talking about whatever it is women talk about.

“I’m telling you: when my little one is stopped up, I put a little prune juice into his bottle, and he’ll be pooping three or four times that day!” one said.

“Yea but I dunno if I wanna be changing three or four dirty diapers a day!!” said another, and they all laughed.

Another woman came down the stairs as we crossed the living room.

“Finally got him down for a nap!” she announced to the room with a sigh, “I swear he gets so fussy every time we go out in public like this!” And all the women nodded in agreement.

One lady pulled a bottle out of the microwave, the milk inside seemed to be a bit clearer and mistier than breast or formula. “Where do you get all that from?” Someone asked. The lady laughed as she checked the temperature of the pearly liquid on her arm. “Well...let’s just say my new husband is quite the producer! He keeps my little man quite full! In more ways than one!”

They all cackled hysterically. It was all so much for me to handle. Or, at least, I thought it was. But that was until we stepped outside…

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Outside, everything was dialed up to 11. It immediately felt like we were at a kid’s birthday party. With a bunch of women all busy and bustling around with their 2-year-olds.

Except, instead of 2-year-olds, it was a bunch of grown men dressed like 2-year olds.

“Oh hi Sandra! How are you?” A woman called over her shoulder. She was busy shoveling green mush onto a baby spoon and shoving it into the mouth of the grown man sitting in front of her. He had a blue and teal onesie, a bonnett on his head, mittens on his hands, and the grumpiest of looks on his green-stained face.

“I’m doing well, Patricia!” my wife replied in her cheery voice as if nothing were amiss, “and you must be Randy!” She cooed at the man twice her size. He glared at her but said nothing, just opened his mouth so Patricia could fill it with more peas. The spoon skimmed the side of his mouth, as if purposely done to make a mess around Randy’s beard. Patricia used the giant bib around his neck that read “Stand By...Diaper Loading” to wipe it up. But it just seemed to smear and make more of a mess. Patricia didn’t seem to care and just carried on talking “you know i got him this beautiful little...” but their chatter seemed to fade as I tried to take in my surroundings.

A man crawled by me on his hands and knees in nothing but a t-shirt and a very large diaper that probably used to be white but was now a shade of yellow with a large blue stripe down the middle. There was also a very large lump in the back that was making it sag significantly. He knelt in front of two women sitting at a picnic table and held his arms wide open. Like a toddler in need of something and unable to express it. He said something that made both the girls laugh. Until one of them squeezed the front of his diaper and patted his padded bottom “Awww! Not yet sweetie, but maybe later after Mommy has another glass of wine!” The man literally burst into tears right there. Sobbing like an actual baby. The woman seemed unphased, just reached into the bag next to her and pulled out a large pacifier. Except when she turned it around, instead of a nipple, there was at least a 5 inch rubber penis attached to it. She slid the penis pacifier into his blubbering mouth. Muffling his cries. Until of course he spit it out and started crying harder. Her face immediately went from laughing to that of a scorned mother. Without hesitation, she scooped up the dildo dummy off the ground and smacked him across the cheek with it. Pointing a stern finger directly in his face before jamming the cock down his throat with force. Holding the back of his head while he choked and squirmed until she could tie the attached ribbon around it tightly. Keeping it securely in place. His sobbing stopped. But there were still plenty of tears.

A hand on my back startled me. “Come along, Dear” Sandra whispered in my ear, taking me by the hand and leading me through the bizarre crowd.

It seemed there were “babies” everywhere. All of them were men, but not all of them dressed in the “manly” colors of blues and greens.

One man was sitting on a blanket wearing an oversized (yet somehow still undersized) pink tutu. The frilly skirt did nothing to hide his diaper underneath. A stranger stood over him, cooing at him and pinching his cheeks. “Awwww!! I wuv your wittle piggy-tails!!” She teased while he sucked his thumb and tried to ignore her. His face turned as pink as his outfit while his mascara ran from tears forming in his eyes.

Not all the bABies seemed to be ashamed though. As Sandra and I walked past the playpen we heard a lot of crinkling coming from inside. Two of the men—one dressed like Tinkerbell and the other like a tiny Sailor—had their hands in each others diapers. Moaning and groaning furiously as they rubbed each other with their mittened hands. Another bABy in a pink princess outfit sat next to them, unfazed. (S)he was rocking back and forth cross-legged, smacking blocks up and down repeatedly. Her mouth was open and drool was hanging out. She seemed to be in some kind of haze. Whatever was playing through the headphones strapped to her head seemed to be having a profound effect on her.

A woman with an incredible ass sauntered by the pen, and a fourth bABy that was pretending to play with dolls immediately tossed them aside, turned on his tummy, and started humping the ground furiously in his diaper while staring at her.

“Gus Gus!” another woman called, storming over “Stop that right now!!” She yelled. Smacking the humping bABy on the back of the head and jerking him up by the wrist, yanking him out and over to her seat with the crowd of women she had been sitting with. “We do NOT go goo goo in our diapy!” She scolded in front of everyone. Pulling him over her lap and spanking his thighs while he cried like a baby.

“See, that’s why I keep mine locked up...” said the woman sitting next to her. “Watch this!” She said, turning her gaze elsewhere, raising her hand, and snapping her fingers twice.

A man in normal clothes conversing in another group immediately turned his attention to her. She crooked a finger and beckoned him over. His face instantly turned from casual to concern as his shoulders dropped and he sauntered over to her and the group of women.

He stood there awkwardly as she snapped again. This time pointing down. “Drop ‘em!” She barked. And his quivering hands immediately fumbled with his belt and zipper, and his pants were at his ankles. A large fluffy diaper underneath.

She placed a finger into the front of his diaper and pulled it forward. Peeking inside. “Go on girls! Have a looksy!” She announced, and all the girls immediately took her up on the offer and leaned in to peer into the front of his diaper. They all collectively gasped.

“Wowww!!”

“It’s so intricate!”

“And so tiny!!!”

“I love the little padlock!!”

“Are those spikes?!”

“It’s adorable!!”

The man stared at the sky, visibly sweating and shifting back and forth.

“Oh that’s not even the best part!” His wife announced. And with that, she started pulling one side of her dress off of her shoulder.

The man immediately started shaking his head. “No, Mommy! Please!!” He begged. His voice suddenly high and squeaky.

The woman pulled aside her bra with ease, exposing her voluptuous bosom for all to see.

The man was trembling. As if the bare boob were some kind of monster. His knees pressed together as he gripped the front of his diaper.

She patted her leg softly. “Come here, little one.” She said to her 6’3’’ husband. He sniffled as he delicately laid across her lap, into her arms that cradled his head. His snivelling intensified as he came face to face with her gorgeous breast. She gently cupped her tit and placed the nipple to his mouth, ‘shhhing’ and coddling him as if he were an actual baby in need of nourishment.

His eyes squinted as he began sucking the nipple, his hips convulsing a bit as he did so. Clenching his legs tightly and whimpering as if in some sort of pain. I had no idea what was going on, but all the mothers around him apparently did, and thought it was hilarious.

“Awwww! I think somewon’s getting exciiited!!”

“Poor wittle thing!”

“Serves him right. He should learn to control himself!”

They all nodded in agreement as the woman rocked the nursing bABy back and forth.

There was the slight clinking of a bell behind me. I turned to see where it was coming from, but didn’t see anything in the distance. I adjusted my view downward and saw a woman leading a dog by a leash. But when she stopped moving and the dog came out from behind her, it wasn’t a dog at all. It was a sissy in a pink puppy outfit. Her hair was in long, curly pigtails and written across her face in lipstick were the letters W-H-O-R-E. Her lips taking the place of the “O” in the word.

“Would you like a blowjob?” the woman holding the leash asked, as if she were a vendor selling something as simple as hotdogs, “only $5 bucks!”

She jerked the leash a bit so that the bell around the pet’s collar jingled. Immediately the puppy rose to a “begging” position with her paws outfront and her tongue hanging out the “O” of her mouth.

“So…” the woman continued, “shall the two of you find a bathroom or a shed somewhere to...do your business?”

My mouth must have been making an “O” as well from my dropped jaw. I didn’t know what to say. Glancing back and forth. I looked to my wife for help. But she just shrugged and smirked as if to say “Hey that’s up to you...if that’s what you want…”

“Uhh..hmm..ahem” I stammered. Trying to find my voice for the first time since arriving at this whirlwind of a party. “N-no...no thank you.” I said.

The woman with the leash shrugged, “Your loss. She’s getting pretty good...gonna have to start charging more soon!” and with that she yanked the leash and the two jingled away.

“There he is!!”

“It’s him!”

“The new bABy!!”

There was a raucous from everyone in the crowd as they all turned back to the house. A lady in a black dress with scarlet red hair was standing arms crossed as what looked to be a large, wooden high-chair was wheeled out by two large black men. It was decorated in alternating blue and pink ribbons and streamers. When they turned it around, I got a full view of the occupant in the chair. It was my best friend, Michael.

His wrists were cuffed to each end of the table top, his ankles cuffed to the bottom.. His hands were encased in mittens: one pink, one blue. He didn’t have on any pants, white briefs (Which I mistook for a diaper, at first. Can you blame me??) and a white T-shirt with a giant question mark across the front.

“Thank you all so much for coming!” the woman with scarlet hair, Moira, announced as the crowd hushed. She had a distinct air of confidence about her that drew everyone’s attention. She cleared her throat and spoke elegantly. “Michael and I first met several years ago back in 2031. It was love at first sight, and I eventually knew I wanted to have a baby with Michael. But when the Population Reformation Act passed a few years later, I found myself reevaluating my decision. Though we, as women, are no longer allowed to choose when we can have a baby, there is no denying we will always have those maternal instincts so heavily ingrained within us.”

All the women around me proceeded to nod their heads in agreement. Muttering ‘amen’ in unison.

“That’s why, when the Hubbies in Huggies Act was passed, I knew there was no denying this was always the plan for wittle Mikey all along!”

Michael seemed to sink in his chair as the women all clapped and hooted in accord. It seemed like just yesterday he and I were golfing together when he muttered that he had something to tell me.

“So, please, come say your final goodbyes to the ‘man’ I married. Grab some punch. Grab some snacks. And let’s all reveal the Gender of wittle Mikey in 30 minutes time!”

They all clapped once more and were about to scatter when Agnes drunkenly called for attention. “And for our bABy shower game today to celebrate wittle Mikey, if everyone will please grab a diaper and write a cute or humiliating little note across the front so that Michael and Moira can remember you every single time he gets a change!” she turned to look at me “Tom, I assume those are the diapers?”

Suddenly all eyes were on me. I had been so enamored by all the chaos going on around me throughout this nightmare of a party that I’d forgotten I'd been holding the box of diapers the whole time.

I gulped, and nodded. Stealing a glance at Michael, who was glaring at me as if I somehow betrayed him. I placed the box down and barely got it open before all the women hounded in to grab a diaper and a sharpie. Others went to coo at Michael. Pinching his cheeks and telling him how excited he should be. But still he kept his gaze on me. I could do nothing but avoid it and walk away.

*****

“So what should we write?” Sandra asked, pressing the sharpie to the front of the very large diaper that had B-A-B-Y printed across it on little baby blocks already.

“I dunno.” I grunted, wishing to get this all over with. “How about: ‘I’m sorry, Man’”

Sandra shook her head, “Not cute or clever enough. Plus we don’t know if he’ll even be referred to as a ‘man’ any more after this...Oooh! I know”

And she scribbled across it. Holding it up to show me.

“Wittle Clitty inside!” she giggled.

“How does that work? He doesn’t have a clit, and you don’t even know if he’s gonna be a ‘gurl’ either!” I argued.

“Oh trust me. Moira told me how small his thingy is. It might as well be called a ‘clitty’ no matter how the rest of this shakes out! Now go put it on the pile! The reveal is going to be any minute!”

I begrudgingly took the giant diaper over to the table with all the others. Examining what was written across them.

First of many!!

Poop! There it is.

All ‘Ga ga’ and no ‘Goo Goo’ from now on!

Caution: Tiny Objects inside! (Don’t worry, definitely NOT a choking hazard!)

Only THOUSANDS more to go!!

Open at your own risk!!

Roses are red, violets are blue, will this one have pee, or will it have poo?

It was all so ridiculous and humiliating. And I wasn’t even the one the diapers were intended for. What was the world coming to that all of this had become so normalized?

There were gasps from the crowd.

“It’s time!”

“It’s TIME!”

The women gathered round. Their bABies gathered with them. Though, in their own unique way.

Moira came out carrying a cake with white icing that had large sparklers and candles crackling on the top. The women all cheered and sang a song to the tune of Happy Birthday, but all the words were something different. I felt like I was in the middle of some strange occult ritual. They all cheered as the song ended.

“Blow them out, Mikey!” they called.

“Make a wish!” someone else said, “Though I doubt it’ll come true!”

Michael sat there frowning as they sang. Grumbling as they beckoned him to blow out the candles and wish like an infant on their first birthday. But he must have known it was no use protesting with all these people around, including the two giant black men.

He gasped and blew with all his might. Extinguishing the candles. Everyone cheered. Everyone but me.

“And now!” Moira called opening up a large knife, ceremonial style “The time has come to find out if we’re going to have a little boi, or a little gurl! A little Mikey, or baby Michelle!”

The crowd clamored. Placing their last minute bets.

“I think it’s a boi!”

“It’s gonna be a gurl!”

“I know The Drawing is supposed to be 50/50 but I swear it leans more towards bois.” one said, “Like Congress doesn’t want to shock too many of them by making them gurls”

Moira placed the knife on the cake and made one long cut down its center, then another at a slightly wider angle. She made one last look at the crowd as they collectively held their breath and then gave a wicked evil grin at Michael. Pulling the slice of cake up with the knife, and revealing.......

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harry-styles-obsessed · 1 year

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One night stand… gone wrong| 2

Tw’s: pregnancy, birth- ect ect- if any of these topics are sensitive to you please read at your own discretion <3

Also please excuse the terrible time skips- enjoy(:

Recap: You spent the rest of the day talking to him, coming up with plans- ideas, simply trying to figure it out with him and now you were laying in bed his arms wrapped around you, you didn’t think it was romantic… simply in a comforting way. But either way you didn’t mind. He was bringing comfort to you either way. The tv played quietly in the background your eyes fluttering shut tiredly his breathing soft and quiet in your ears almost acting as a lullaby to send you into a peaceful sleep after all the panic and stress you had felt. “You can go to sleep” he comforted gently “I’m not going anywhere… ‘m here to stay.” He murmured softly his own voice laced with tiredness and slight sleepiness his head lightly resting on your shoulder his eyes fluttered shut as you relaxed back into him “mm…” you hummed out happily just glad he was there to stay. As the more you relaxed the more you started thinking “think I wanna keep it” you murmured and he let out a tired hum “alright… keep on thinking until you know what you want to do okay” he murmured quietly and you nodded your head relaxing back into him as you closed your eyes sleepily “if you do choose to keep it… just know you’re gonna be a great mum.” He whispered into your ear and just like the first time you had met him butterflies gently cascaded around your stomach a little smile remaining on your lips as you slowly dozed off to sleep… maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all?

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Harry spent the next few days and weeks and even months with you, being right there to support you he didn’t dare leave your side- even if he had concerts to do or interviews he either opted to do them by FaceTime or if he had a concert he simply couldn’t postpone he either brought you along with him or just performed it after you convincing him you’d be fine. He had grown rather protective over you so much so you were now confused what your relationship status was with him- friends? Partners? Friends with benefits? You weren’t entirely sure but you didn’t really mind as he was clearly protective over you and just wanted you to be okay. Your stomach had been growing constantly the baby bump soon showing to the point you weren’t able to hide it anymore but you didn’t mind. Your parents were supportive and so were your friends. Harry was the sweetest and most supportive and you couldn’t help but fall more and more in love with him, he came to every scan and every single check up with you no matter what was happening he came with you and as he promised was there to support you throughout it all and some of it was scary terrifying even, and you knew if he wasn’t there and you were alone then you wouldn’t have a clue what to do… he made you feel safe. Very safe. And you were forever grateful.

“I’ll be fine Harry” your voice was tired as you weakly dropped your head to rest against the toilet seat, you had been puking up whatever contents your stomach held for a good 45 minutes now, the morning sickness was exhausting. “Yeah sure. Don’t give me that. Let me take care of you.” He said as he slowly walked into the bathroom a bottle of water held in one hand and a large plastic bowl held in his other hand before he placed them down his large hands immediately working to pull your hair back away from your face as he held your hair up in a pony tail, a hair tie on his wrist as he gently tied your hair into a loose messy bun before he crouched down beside you his hand slowly rubbing up and down your back in a soothing manner “feel like shit” you grumbled out and he nodded slowly not wanting to say anything wrong like ‘I know I know’ as he in fact did not know… for one he wasn’t a woman and he most definitely couldn’t get pregnant and experience morning sickness so he simply remained silent his hand continuing to gently rub up and down your back slowly and gently. “What do you want?” He asked softly and you furrowed your brows “what?” You asked confused “boy or girl” he said and you let out a soft laugh “sorry, just trying to make conversation” he murmured with a little smile even if he didn’t like to admit it he was scared, nervous even… he was a top tier celebrity who was constantly in the eye of fans and paparazzi…. He wanted to keep you and the baby out of their way… he didn’t care- he wasn’t letting those pigs get money off of photos of you or his child. Photos of him were fine but he had become protective over you extremely protective to the point he was willing to smash a camera if needs be. Paparazzi tested his limits constantly and usually he was pretty good at not being affected but if you were brought into it then he would freak. He wouldn’t let them take pictures of you. Nor would he let them hurt you. “I think I want a little boy… don’t mind though.” You spoke snapping Harry out of it and he smiled pressing a kiss to your forehead “I don’t mind either way… but if I’d have to choose I’d want a little girl… bet she’d look just like you.” He spoke sweetly and you smiled but that smile quickly was turned upside down as you dry heaved into the toilet “ugh I hate this.” You shined out as he continued to gently rub up and down your back slowly and gently “you’re doing so well. So well.”

A few weeks had passed by and now was your baby shower, you didn’t want a massive one only you and Harry and a few friends as well as your parents. You had your mum make cupcakes and one of the cupcakes had coloured fondant in it. “Okay dad you go first” you said excitedly as you smiled, Harry’s hand lightly resting on your knee as you was happy too. He was excited. He couldn’t wait to see what gender the baby was. Your dad quickly showed that there was no fondant in it a few groans echoing around as you laughed softly, your friends did the same but they didn’t have it either and by the end of it the two cupcakes left were yours and Harry’s “let’s do it together” he suggested and you nodded excitedly as you held onto his hand before you both at the exact same time bit into the cupcake “oh my god!!” Harry’s voice was excited and you were quick to follow his excitement as your mum had sneakily had two cupcakes filled with fondant for both you and Harry specifically “we’re having a little boy!!” You exclaimed your arms quickly wrapping around the man as he held onto you tightly a wide smile on his face as he held you in his embrace before he pressed a little kiss to the top of your head “a little boy…” he said with a warm smile the excitement you both shared with one another being totally indescribable. You were nervous before but now you were beyond excited you couldn’t wait to meet your little boy.

Weeks turned into months and before you knew it your due date was only a few days away, you and Harry had gotten closer. He was starting to go out more to achieve his concerts and such but he was always only a call away always making sure you were okay after every concert he did. You were sat on the couch, Harry sitting beside you arm loosely wrapped around your shoulders- it was early in the morning and he didn’t have to be at work until 3 ish so you had all day with him practically. You held the first scans and most recent scans of your baby boy in your hands a wide smile on your face Harry’s chin gently resting on your shoulder as he looked at the scans too “he’s going to be so handsome… gonna have the best mum ever.” He murmured to you as he pressed a light kiss to your cheek and you smiled softly, he had been very kiss-y with you yet you both hadn’t been able to establish proper feelings yet. “Going to have the best dad too.” You said slowly turning to look at him forgetting just how close you were with him your breath gently fanning over his lips as he gazed into your eyes his lips mere inches away from yours his eyes searching yours and yours searched his right back you didn’t think you would ever fall in love with someone like this… not ever… but maybe the baby was a blessing in disguise?

And on that last thought you gently leaned in pressing a kiss to his lips your hand caressing against his cheek and he was quick to caress his hand against the nape of your neck pulling you closer to him, deepening the kiss that slight bit more- he kissed you so deeply and so passionately as if he was kissing you for the first time all over again, the first time was beautiful- slightly sloppy and needy but right now it wasn’t that, right now it was perfect… gentle… slow… full of no need or want- simply full of love. You slowly pulled back looking into his eyes “too soon?” You asked worriedly but he instead of saying anything simply pulled you back in again his lips pressing against yours as he wrapped his arms around you kissing you deeply and passionately as you and him had a slight make out session and you both knew you both needed that… needed it because it was simply brewing, it had been brewing for a long time the tension being strong “not too soon, no…” he murmured assuringly as he smiled into your eyes “just on time” he said softly before he kissed you again, you both kissing until you were both left breathless over and over again.

That evening was nice, Harry left for work and you were just resting on the couch watching Harry Potter and the goblet of fire. You weren’t really paying attention to it your attention mainly on your phone as you scrolled through social media eyes slightly tired and after a while you stood up off of the couch attempting to walk to the kitchen but before you could even make an attempt a wetness quickly began dripping down your legs, as if you had peed yourself but you hadn’t. You were confused and slightly horrified to say the least a slight pool of liquid forming just below you but that’s when it hit you… Shit it didn’t take long for you to put the puzzle pieces together and you were quick to ring Harry your hand resting on your belly, this wasn’t good- this couldn’t be good. Your waters had broke! Fuck. His phone went to voicemail over and over again before finally someone answered “hello,” it was a males voice but it wasn’t Harry “h-h-hi… get Harry please…” you practically begged “I’m sorry who is this?” The voice questioned “I’m Harry’s friend! Y/n! Please!” You spoke desperately hearing a sudden sharp intake of breath before the sound of screaming fans were heard- Harry was performing… of course your waters broke whilst he was performing. Typical! Your breathing was heavy as you squeezed your eyes shut holding your tummy, you felt weak and dizzy and terrified you didn’t know what the hell to do.

The stage manager continued to try and get Harry’s attention but he was dancing and talking to the fans, the stage manager however was quick to radio over to the people who controlled the music the music fairly quickly shutting off as Harry looked around confused his eyes soon landing on the stage manager who was quite honestly freaking out, Harry’s phone in hand as Harry put two and two together “one second everyone I’ll be back” he spoke into the microphone trying to not alert anyone to something being wrong before he ran off stage quickly taking the phone from him as he put it up to his ear “y/n?” He asked taking his ear piece out of his ear as he stuck his finger into his ear blocking out the screaming fans so he could hear you better “h-harry my waters broke… I-I need help” and at your words and quivering voice his heart dropped, the rest of his band quickly leaving the stage too to see what was the matter “I’m going to be home soon, Mitch I need you to get onto the phone with 999- call an ambulance right away.” Harry shot demands at his friends, telling them exactly what to do as he immediately went into protective mode.

You tried to remain calm as you gripped onto your tummy breathing heavy “I’m nearly home.” Harry said, he had stayed on the line with you the entire time and after a few more minutes the sound of car keys jingling were heard before the front door was pushed open “c’mere we’re going to the hospital what do you need?” He asked calmly and you let out a shaky breath “I-I don’t know…” you whimpered out and Harry knew you needed him to help and so he did, easily and quickly packing a hospital bag for you before he helped you out of the house and into his car “I-I- the baby’s gonna come… I- I cant…” you whimpered out and Harry hushed you gently strapping the seatbelt over you knowing it would be uncomfortable but he wanted you to be safe “look at me…” his hands gently cupped your face making you look at him “you can. You can do this.” He then pressed a kiss to your forehead before making his way round to the drivers seat getting in as he was immediately quick to start driving, he made sure to drive as safely as possible but he was in a mad rush to get you to the hospital so did risk running a few red lights. But he had to. He hadn’t experienced this before so was worried for your health and the baby’s health.

Everything flew by in a blur for you, first you were in a car now you were laying down on a hospital bed Harry to your left and doctors and nurses to your right, the doctors voices were muffled due to your pounding head and Harry lightly grabbed onto your hand “here… I’m here… right here.” He said softly giving your hand a squeeze, Harry’s eyes were on the doctors and nurses but every so often he would look down at you and press kisses to the back of your hand “give her some gas and air… she’ll be ready to push fairly soon.” The main doctor spoke as nurses immediately helped you- placing the oxygen tube into your mouth so you could breathe- apparently it was laughing gas but you sure as hell didn’t feel like laughing. If anything it made you feel sick.

A soft cry soon left your lips your eyes screwing shut the agony tearing throughout you being absolutely horrible, Harry hated seeing you like this… but this was raw natural birth for you. He squeezed your hand tightly “you’re doing so well honey… you’re okay.” He soothed as best as he could gently pushing a few hairs from off of your forehead as little grunts of pain continued leaving your lips, each contraction hitting you harder than the one prior. “Keep breathing in and out-“ “I am breathing!” You exclaimed and Harry bit down on his lip, looking at a few of the nurses whom had seemingly had patients like you before and Harry although a tad bit amused was quick to go back to comforting you gripping onto your hand tightly your grip on his hand making your fingertips turn white as you panted heavily, you pushed hard a slight groan leaving your lips as you fell back into the comfort of the hospital bed tears of frustration and pain trailing down your cheeks “I-I can’t do this…. I can’t Harry.. I-I cant..” you whimpered out looking at him fearfully the nurses around you quickly assuring you that you could as Harry stroked your cheek wiping away your tears “yes you can darling. You can do this… you’re so close… he’s nearly out. I promise. Just a few more pushes c’mon. Deep breath and then push as hard as you can” he said copying what the nurses had said prior trying to help you as he felt helpless. He hated seeing you in such agony.

You nodded before taking a deep breath as you squeezed your eyes shut pushing hard. Incredibly hard. Before a sudden relief surrounded you sudden cries from a baby were heard… your baby… tears sprung to your eyes as Harry looked at you eyes full of warmth and love and even some tears as well “you did it… you did it. You did so well.” He said pressing a kiss to your forehead as you closed your eyes tiredly a weak smile forming on your lips…. The pain was worth it. Soon enough your baby boy was rushed into your arms his tiny face was beautiful he had Harry’s nose and had your eyes, he looked exactly like you and Harry. A spitting image practically. “He’s perfect” Harry whispered to you and you smiled looking into his eyes with a lot of happiness, the nurses were fairly quick to leave to give you and Harry alone time but one left a little teddy for the baby something they apparently did for all newborns- the teddy was small and had a little stuffed bow and arrow attached to its paws and you couldn’t help but smile as you looked into Harry’s eyes “Archie styles” you whispered out to Harry watching as his eyes practically lit up “even more perfect” he whispered kissing your shoulder and you smiled looking down at baby Archie your eyes full of nothing but love for the little boy.

Tiredness soon overcame you and Harry was more than willing to take the little boy from you “rest up my love,” he soothed and you obliged exhausted and Harry took Archie into his arms the small boy snuggling into his arms as Harry sat down looking down at him “you’re such a small thing yet caused your mummy so much pain, hm.” He smiled before letting out a soft chuckle his eyes filling with tears as he looked down at the newborn before he looked to you watching your peace as you slept and he smiled pulling Archie closer to him… this is all Harry ever truly wanted… a family of his own and finally he had it. Now he could spend time with his family… his girl… his little boy… the people who would soon become his favourite people ever. His family.

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